I don’t know that the world needs another blog, but that really isn’t the point. The world doesn’t “need” another piece of music or another Boston cream pie, but those are a couple of the things that make life interesting.

Blogs are bits of conversation, and anyone can join in, which is what makes them wonderful.   The other day I had a nice telephone conversation with someone who had mistakenly dialed my extension at work.  While I looked up the correct number he commented on the name of my workplace (which is a person’s name), and we ended up chatting for a few minutes.  I couldn’t see this person, but we had a brief connection that put me in a better mood as a result.

And so I’d like to try to start a conversation or two by making observations here in the form of short essays.  There’s something to be said for seeing your own thoughts in print–it gives some shape to the chaos within.  Putting it all into words–playing by the rules of grammar and composition–is a kind of discipline.  So here goes.